Warren G - Regulate... G Funk Era Album Lyrics

Warren G - Regulate... G Funk Era Lyrics

Regulate
Do You See
Gangsta Sermon
Recognize
Super Soul Sis
'94 Ho Draft
So Many Ways
This D.J.
This Is The Shack
Whats Next
And Ya Dont Stop
Runnin Wit No Breaks

Regulate

[ Featuring Nate Dogg ]

Regulators
We regulate any stealin' of his property
We're damn good too, but you can't be any geek off the street
You gotta be handy with the steel, if you know what I mean
Earn your keep
Regulators, mount up

It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren G was on the streets, tryin' to consume
Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some phones
Rollin' in my ride, chillin' all alone

Just hit the eastside of the L-B-C
On a mission tryna find Mr. Warren G
Seen a car full of girls, ain't no need to tweak
All you skirts know what's up with 2-1-3

So I hooks a left on 2-1 and Lewis
Some brothers shootin' dice, so I said, "Let's do this"
I jumped out the ride and said, "What's up?"
Some brothers pulled some gats, so I said, "I'm stuck"

Since these girls peepin' me I'ma glide and swerve
These hookers lookin' so hard they straight hit the curb
Onto bigger, better things than some horny tricks
I see my homie and some suckas all in his mix

I'm gettin' jacked, I'm breakin' myself
I can't believe they takin' Warren's wealth
They took my rings, they took my Rolex
I looked at the brother said, "Damn, what's next?"

They got my homie hemmed up and they all around
Can't none of them see him if they goin' straight pound for pound
They wanna come up real quick before they start to clown
I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down

They got guns to my head
I think I'm goin' down
I can't believe it's happenin' in my own town
If I had wings I would fly, let me contemplate
I glanced in the cut and I see my homie Nate

Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole
Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
Now they droppin' and yellin', it's a tad bit late
Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate

I laid all them busters down, I let my gat explode
Now I'm switchin' my mind back into freak mode
If you want skirts, sit back and observe
I just left a gang of hoes over there on the curb

Now Nate got the freaks and that's a known fact
Before I got jacked I was on the same track
Back up, back up, 'cause it's on
N-A-T-E and me, the Warren to the G

Just like I thought, they were in the same spot
In need of some desperate help
But Nate Dogg and the G child
Were in need of somethin' else
One of them dames was sexy as hell
I said, "Ooh, I like your size"
She said, "My car's broke down and you seem real nice, would you let me ride?"
I got a car full of girls and it's goin' real swell
The next stop is the Eastside Motel

I'm tweakin' into a whole new era
G-funk, step to this, I dare ya
Funk on a whole new level

The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble (woo)

Chords, strings, we brings melody
G-funk, where rhythm is life and life is rhythm

If you know like I know
You don't wanna step to this
It's the G-funk era, funked out with a gangster twist
If you smoke like I smoke
Then you're high like everyday
And if your ass is a buster
2-1-3 will regulate

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Writer: Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller, Nathaniel Hale, Warren Iii Griffin
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Do You See

The Blues has always been totally American
As American as apple pie
As American as The Blues
As American as apple pie
The question is why?
Why should he Blues be so at home here?
Well, America provided the atmosphere

You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
I take a look over my shoulder, as I get older
Gettin tired of mothaf*ckas sayin' "Warren I told ya"
(You don't hear what I hear)
But it's so hard to live through these years
With these funny-bunny niggaz, ain't shit changin
Got my mama wonderin if I'm gang-bangin
But I don't pay attention to these father figures
I just handle mine, and I'm rollin with my niggaz
Off to the VIP, you see, Snoop Dogg and Warren G
Unbelievable how time just flies
Right before your eyes, but you don't recognize
Now who's the real victim, can you answer that?
The nigga that's jackin, or the fool gettin' jacked (Yeah)

[Chorus]
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years

Another sunny day, another bright blue sky -
Another day, another muthaf*cka die
These are the things I went through when I was growin up
There's only one hood, and niggas shit be throwin' up
And I knew it, There really ain't nothin' to it
Thinkin' every fool's gotta go through it
Now let's go back - (How Far?) Back in time
Draggin to these hookas tryin to mack for mine
I remember when we all used to stop at the spot
Back then my nigga-name was Snoop Rock (huh)
It was all so clear
Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, then eighty-nine's the year
You say "everywhere we roll, you can say we roll thick"
Way back then two-one-three was the click
Somethin' to stay paid I was just a young hog
Warren G, Snoop Rock and Nate Dogg

[Chorus]
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years

You make me wanna holler, get out the game
Too many muthaf*ckas know my name
While Snoop Dogg's servin' time up in Wayside
I puts it down on the street, don't try to take mine
I had to reassure the homie that he wasn't alone
We'd talk, and him n Nate'd conversate on the phone
He kept sayin, "Nigga, it won't be long
Before a little skinny nigga like me'll be home"
I said, "Snoop, things done change, it's not the same
We need to get about the game
Cuz we can get paid in a different way
Wit you kickin' dope rhymes and I DJ"
Well as time goes past, slowly we try to make it
But things are gettin hectic, I just can't take it
Should I A: Go back to slangin' dope?
Or should I B: Maintain and try to cope?
Or should I C: Just get crazy and wild?
But no I chose D: Create the G-Child
It's been on ever since with me and Mista Grimm
This shit is gettin so hectic that I can't even trust him now
What would you do for a Warren G cut?
Would you act the fool and nut the f*ck up?
Back the f*ck up, act the f*ck up?
Niggaz talk shit they get smacked the f*ck up, straight up

[Chorus then fade]
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years

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Writer: BOB CARTER, JUNIOR GISCOMBE, WARREN, III GRIFFIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Gangsta Sermon

Good evenin'.
I must repeat and cheat once again:
We gonna talk about bitches and hos (Talk about 'em)
There are somethin' wrong with 'em (What's wrong wit em? What's wrong wit 'em?)
They're trippin' now, (cough)
They want niggaz' (cough)
To give em the chronic (cough)
And all ah that shit too, (cough)
But bitch, (cough)
I said bitch, (cough)
I ain't gonna go for it— (cough)
Not now (cough)
Not ever. (4 coughs)
Let's raise our offering…

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Recognize

[Warren G]
The place is here, the time is right
for the Twinz and Warren G to rip shit tonight, right

[Trip Locc]
Hold on tight to your seat
comin from the city thats low, urban life near the beach peep
So come one, come all, fall into my smooth flow
its the Trip LO double C yo
the game is trump tight, ain't no need for you to boo me
cuz after its over, all you hoes goin wanna do me
its part of the plan to get mine from the jump
G-Dub hooked it up, so you know its gotta straight bump
a typical day on the eastside
a lot of gangstas buck mouths
and brothas slangin bean pies
but thats how it goes in the city where I was born
familys mourn, niggaz slippin, never gettin born
so thats why you gotta stay alert,
cuz everyday somebody's out, they tryin to put in a little work
for the hood, or just on the solo
walkin in Long Beach real late is a no no
but dont let me scare you, you do what you gotta do
respect is a must, checkin niggaz that try to check you

[Chorus]
Y'alls niggaz betta recognize,
focus your eyes cuz my homey's high
Y'alls niggaz betta recognize,
E..E...E...E...Eastside

[Warren G]
Tick, tock, tickin to the Era
its Warren G with the Twinz funk Era
N to the A to the T to the E
The S to the N to the double O P

[Wayniac]
I'm a take you on a trip,
so keep the game I display mane
I run it to ya in a gangsta kinda way (hey)
its all good when you dealin wit tha Locc
stilll blazed the smoke wit the homies and the kin-folk
and ain't no nigga gonna be takin mine
I'm servin niggaz with a quicka picka up and on as a nine
so if you really wanna watch this trigga flow
its kinda itchy but I know I shoulda pulled it a long time ago
cuz I be connectin like dot to dot
so when it gets hot well I gotta shake the spot
and move to that other level see Wayniac comin through in 94 LBC

[Chorus]

[Twinz]
Now you know the game and the games complete
(whys that?) cuz the Twinz are bringin nuthin but heat
and ya know you didn't wanna see the Cavi flow
(what kinda flow) the kinda flow that'll make you slow ya roll (ahh)

[Warren G]
so open your eyes and pay attention
its two of my homies on a muthaf*ckin mission

[Twinz]
and I, kicks up dust cuz its a must
and I, acts a fool cuz its my rule
So need we say more on this topic
Warren G droppped it
put it in track and we locked it
nigga did I rock it?
nigga did I rock it?

[Warren G]
It really doesn't matter cuz its still only poppin

[Chorus x2]

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Writer: CHAD HUGO, RUSSELL T JONES, PHARRELL WILLIAMS, PHARRELL L WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Super Soul Sis

Well it's the super, the duper, the Landcruisin trooper
?Take action? at times, they hang on my rhyme like Mr. Cooper
I'm takin you to a zone that's much far from wackness
So please could you tell me oh bud buddy can you hack this?
Yo, oh no, grab a hold of fadeables, gettin her flows on
like FloJo, rhymes in a marathon
Smooth like chocolate, so call me Big Mamma Kane
Feels like another one goin out for her reign
Step back, because I happen to be on that plus tax
I got more subscribers than HBO or Cinemax
Nile at the mile I rip style after style
Crack dope in all the vials, ooh I'm glad I used Dial
Cause they can't get funky when I'm singin my song
but I just flow on, and so on, I'm stinky cause I roll on
And then I hear rhyme callin I won't give it a rest
That's how I got the motherf*ckin Super on my chest

[chorus]
[Snoop:] Fly through the sky gettin love
[?:] the whole wide world will watch me
[repeat 2X]

Mister it's the, Masta Aces of the spade
Rappin skills are thinner than niggaz on AIDS
Up up and away it's the Super Soul Sis
I talk so much shit I got, halitosis
I knows this, I flows this, I'm funky, you stank
You a walkin blood bank I whip y'all with my shank
Danks for the memories, remember me no remedies
or end in the vicinity or catch a cap like a Kennedy
Cause I'm the Superwoman rapper I deserve a hail
Chasin MC's, got em on the run like Smurfs from Azrael
No bluff, the magic I puff, I'm chokin sho nuff
I'm takin a bite out of rappers if my name was MC Negra
[Warren G:] She's hotter than the South land on fire
All you MC's desire, to run through my pyre
I'm turnin heads like the Exorcist while flexin this
Cause it's the Super Soul Sis

[chorus]

Sat on the outside, but now I'm the arena
A superfly mackadocious one you never seen a
soulful, cause I got a bowl-full of soul
Strollin because I have no vehicle to roll
But bring it bring it back to the topic of the solar mind
I can flow upbeat, to a slow beat, and be off beat and still on time
I rhyme, and swim waves of soul like Billy Ocean
Never ashy, lyrics that soothe ya like some lotion
Cause I can Krush any Groove bust on any move ya make
I keep my rhymes attached, like trains to a freight
Break ya Achey like Billy Ray, I'm f*ckin up the industry
And fins to be, Nanu Nanu like Mork and Mindy

[chorus]

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Writer: AL HUDSON, JAMALI AKA "JIVE SKILLS" CARTHORN, JAMALI R. CARTHORN, WARREN GRIFFIN III, WARREN, III GRIFFIN
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'94 Ho Draft

[ Featuring Ricky Harris ]

Ladies and gentlemen, pimps, playaz and hustlahs, welcome to the 1994 hooooooo

Draft.yeah, yeah what's up what's up 'cause what's up yeah oh and I could tell you

Today that fellas that we got a very very good draft fo ya all we got ah ladies

Like kim the keeper straight from south gate we got ah tammy she too young

Right now but that's alright the bitch still got some good pussy oh yes she do

Okay also we got vivian the video hos that's been in everybodies videos ya know

What I'm sayin (she ain't got paid yet) ain't never gonna get paid either that

Bitch also we got ah aimee ah that jawjackin bitch from the west side long

Beach ya know what I mean that bitch just be talkin like a mutha funker don't

She? okay then also we got melanie ah from the north side a.k.a yeast, or

Wonder bread, or ah flame on her junior high name, (burn baby burn) and she has halitosis.

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So Many Ways

Hey, nah ya goin miss up on the G-Funk era,
ya know we said things won for Warren G, and soon turned superstar

[Warren G]
11-10-7 D that was my intro
but now in 94, I'm rollin a 64
cuz things get shady where the grass is greener
niggaz throwin up sets in hoods like they neva seen a
young mack daddy do his thing cuz I pack right
I got 44 ways to make you act right
and its a shame how the game must be played
it was told never fold by the niggaz you can't fade
so raise up off this young hog
cuz I heard you punkin some but you can't punk me y'all
I got my own thang cuz I let my nuts hang
if you wanna bring it, bring it on no pain no gain
so as I creep can you peep what I speak
techniques unique, so what you sayin is obsolete
so there it is as I go about my days
I can only bring it to you like this in so many ways

[Chorus]

Hey, hey, hey this is Warren G you know
and I was in Baghdad
before these lil youngstaz was in they Daddy bag
ya know, yeah, they in violation Wayniac so hound em

[Wayniac]
Its all plain and simple
I roll just to serve a lifetime wit my niggaz
idiotic fools can't figure
the way I display or should I say more than that
its crucial when I name how many niggaz got my back
neva lack, the skills when its time to handle mine
you can't front if you wanna but you still know the time
I'm, the nigga that they call Wayniac (what that mean)
I'm the nigga stayin down for the home team
so if you didn't know let me slow ya roll
this pro is on the go with some shit you ain't heard before
so recognize game in your face
a touch of the bass then I'm gone without a trace

[Chorus]

[Warren G]
I stay true to the game
but some stay blind to the fact
that if I don't look good, you dont look good
so please rearrange and change the shit you doin
you f*ckin yourself cuz you the one gettin screwed
as I, ease on down the rick road
as I shift from first to second, cruise control
so blaze up the buddha
cuz I got drink, and dont think
we dont roll without a full tank
of that bomb ass shit called the funk
cuz I am the G and the funk is what you want
now, lets take a trip to the other side of town
niggaz flip flop and they neva stay down
wanna be all they can be, but gettin held back
tryin to take what is mine, (what) what type of shit is that?
so, this is for the homies stay down for your pay
I can't only bring it to you like this in so many ways

[Chorus]

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Writer: DEWAYNE WILLIAMS, WARREN III GRIFFIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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This D.J.

[Intro / Chorus: Warren G]

It's kind of easy when you're listening to the G-Dub sound
Pioneer speakers bumpin as I smoke on a pound
I got the sound fo yo' ass and it's easy to see
[singing] That this D.J. be Warren G

[Verse One: Warren G]

Can I get in where I fit in? Sit in, listen (uh-huh)
Let me conversate better yet Regulate
Shake the spot with my knot, may fade
Cause I don't like to dream about gettin paid
I played ball through the halls, of C-I-S
with Snoop Dogg's big brother, call him Dirty Left
Rack em up crack em up stack em up against the gate
The homies tryin ta catch me but they cain't, wait
Damn, the street lights just came on!
And my momma's in the streets tellin me to come home
I hit the gate and I hops on my Schwinn
And I tell the homies, "Aight then," yeah

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse Two: Warren G]

Verse two, (uh-huh), now what the f*ck I do?
Catch the bus to Cal State, or chill with the Voltron crew
and make a few ends on the side
Here comes a baby blue van, time to ride
So I hops in the van with my nigga Tick
And Baby Poppa back then, that was my click
We groovin to Santa Anna
and we plan-on, makin hellafied mount of money (hell yeah)
And what I did for extra fees
was break niggaz after work playin get like me
I was fourteen years old, havin a sack
Just a young motherf*cker eatin ValuPaks
Shootin dice in the corners of the public schools
And I used to gangbang, but now it's a G Thang
And I still know how to make those ends
You don't believe me, go ask the Twinz motherf*cker

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: O.G.L.B.]

Yeah, check dis out, this is I'm O.G.L.B.
knowhatI'msayin? I'm on my little O.G. Warren G
and he just droppin this to let you BG's know
what's happen, y'all got to recognize
cause this is y'know a Long Beach thang
21st Street, but check this out
G gonna go out there, yaknowhatI'msayin?
And handle that shit y'now? Yeah

[Chorus 2X]

(Hey Greg, I hope you was tapin that shit!)

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Writer: BRIAN ENO, CARLOS ALOMAR, DAVID BOWIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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This Is The Shack

[G Child]

Mr. President, hey, this is the G Child
Spacekateers, I'm back baby yes I'm back
And Mr. President you're not chillin in the house baby
You're not chillin in the house
Ya know why? huh? huh? Should I tell ya?
You know why? Yeah.. cuz ya ya ya ya chillin in the shack beeyatch!

[Chorus x2]
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel

Its ya muthaf*ckin third letter of ya alphabet
put Knight at the individ
its a nigga you can't get with
funky styles, I be showin niggaz
I be blowin niggaz straight out they socks, because
The Dove Shack is comin more twisted than dredlocks
now plot on the shack if you wanna
but if you get caught slipping
we will be dippin
down your block
just to street sweep your spot, nigga
but you can still follow along, grab ahold of my nut sack
because I've got the doja
oh I haven't told ya much love to my nigga Warren
He's a G, hook me, now I'm gettin funky
I'm chillin with my feet up on the table in the shack
with my revolver, problem solver
waitin for a nigga to f*ck with this
so I can let his ass know who he is

[Chorus x2]
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel

[2 Scoops]

Its the nigga 2 Scoops, the Long Beach Eastsider
niggaz start to duck when I come cuz I'm a ridah
so I suggest you get the 411 on the shack
we peelin caps to the front, then we peel em back
approachin the wrong way, with no delay I blast your ass
draw for the gat but the Scoop is much faster
you can't miss me with that, step in my path
I let the AK ripper cut that ass in half
I dwells, I bells, in the LBC
the real menace to society
packin up alrighty
a flow, but watch the one I used to abuse this track
we in front of that ass and you still can't see the shack
so pack up your gear and run and hide
(and pass the doja to the left hand side)
we comin like that, it ain't no love for no rat
I guess thats how we act when we chillin in the shack

[Chorus x2]
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel

As you enter into the zone called the G Funk (now relax)
here a lie a war with the west (Dove Shack)
kicks it is a know em
rip em will be torn
dip it as we flip it
wicked with the Warren G child
see styles, meanwhile freestyles have been rendered
I see the door of your mind, may I enter?
I knock and I promise I wont hurt you
the definition of G Funk is just something to like swerve
to something to smoke herb
to sunk we and we serve
get with the dope herb
take a tall kid beat the loccness
lessons will be taught before caught in the shuffle
flexin all the muscle, livin large is f*ckin rustle
I'm Simmons, I'm Robin, like givin
I know you love this funky style
out this world, make your head twirl
hear the less, now play the squirrel as you earl on the track
who am I Bo Roc from The Dove Shack

[Chorus x2]
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel

Cuz you ain't in the house, cuz you's in the shack
fire up the sack, this is how we act

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Writer: ARNEZ L BLOUNT, GARY BROWN, MARK J E MAKONIE, WARREN III GRIFFIN
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Whats Next

[Warren G]
This DJ, he gets down
mixing records while he go round
to the Hip to the Hop you just dont stop
producing funky tracks till it makes you drop
conjunction junction, whats my function
I'm hookin up tracks so that niggaz can function
its not Pete Rock or that nigga Dr. Dre
its this muthaf*ckin nigga from around the way
the one who brings you styles on timesy, whymsy
thats why its so hard to find me
conduction, construction when I bust choo choo, bustas
its a must when I bust when I bust, I gotta come correct
the R to the E to the S-P-ect architect
yup nigga no I'm not tweakin
its one of the 16 minds that I'm speaking
the W-A the double R the E into the uhh
A-B-C-D-E-F to the muthaf*ckin G
ooh shit as I flex I wrecks I checks
so whats next

[Mr. Malik]
Oh who's next, to catch flack on the menu
I snap necks when I flex let me continue
send you, on a mission when I rock
it goes on and on and on and you know it dont stop
yes I'm back on another route, ready to take em all out
now can't get with this, cuz they get faded without a doubt
check em, I wreck em like 1-2-3 why
they can't f*ck with that rude one Malik
will I drop, can't stop it, lit it up like a rocket
when they get out of line I grip the nine out my pocket
lock it down, yeah thats what I do
how could you come solo nigga when I run through ya whole crew
I rule, fool, act like you heard it
the one I run with, can't remember the last he murdered
dem do away or them get dealt with
give the noise I want silence, no bubbaclad bullshit
nigga, its all about my grip
so the one who starts to slip is the one who gets ripped
kept a chip on my shoulder not now that I'm older
they, all of me, the LBG high roller
cuz back in the days on the side where we sat
niggaz a come up missin if they didn't have they strap
so why, try to be, like me
just when you pull back a G and I think I'm Mr. Malik

[Chorus]
Well if the beat is funkadelic then the tune is right
Mr. Malik and Warren G so tonights the night that we spark
we spark in the dark when we do it in the park

[Mr. Malik]
Well its the A to the B
(and the C to the D)
Hey my name is Mr. Malik with that DJ Warren G
(Mr. Malik can you hear me)
Yes I'm the host with the most they can't get close or even near me
(I said a tick, tock, tickin to the Era)
I said a pick which glock bitches get shot its still terror
(terror, terror, pick which glock)
which one? (the black one with the big pin lock)
me and Dre and the fly honey so those who wanna get dropped
nigga go knock, knock I trick a flow non-stop
fly double I never slip trip or flip flop
the tune is funkadelic, the crew was right
but if Malik will make ya smell it then tonights the night
for me to stay trump tight
up with my nigga Warren G
thats sorrow when you borrow but you can't be oweing me
whats next

[Warren G]
Woo!!
I say whats next, whats next whats N-X-E-T
its me, Warren to the muthaf*ckin G
flowin with my little homey named Malik
yes, everybody will just tweak
off the new style ill ease that we got
yes, its me Warren G on the block
pump pump, block glock, let me just tick tock
its me Warren G on the muthaf*ckin rock n roll
stroll, then stiff back to the rap
its me with the big black mack 11 strap
so let me uhh flix into the flex
Woo!! So whats next

[Chorus]
Well if the beat is funkadelic then the tune is right
Mr. Malik and Warren G so tonights the night that we spark
cuz we spark in the dark when we do it in the park

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And Ya Dont Stop

For 94, I'm a just glide and swerve
hop up the streets with my heats so observe
its me Z the whee Z, the Warren to the G Z
the deuces and the treys as kickin it through E-Z
and the beach and the bottle where I'm found
f*ckin around with the muthaf*ckin Dogg Pound
f*ck it, Warren's goin wild
the G Funk Era and the muthaf*ckin G Child
funk, melody, rhythm, base
he which is I is in the muthaf*ckin place
so let me get away, come again like this
I can turn into a murderer so please dont diss
cuz if you do, you know where I'm from
rat tat tat tat diddy dum diddy dum

[Chorus]
And ya don't stop, and ya don't quit
And ya don't stop, and ya don't quit

Well let me grab my stick and shift to first
I'm spittin plenty game on my second verse
well let me switch to second just for the rough ride
L-O-N-G-B-E-A-C-H Eastside
Where the grass is greener, at some times
and I dont do shit but drop funky rhymes
now I'm in neutral, shifting to third
cuz what you hear is what you heard, nigga
from the G-Funk, G-Funk, cuz we funk, we funk
and if you step muthaf*cka you get stomped
like 1, 2, 3 I'm shiftin to the fo
but you dont hear me doe

[Chorus]

I said humpty dumpty sat on the wall
I guess its time for me to sum it up for all
G Funk, G Child, gangsta groove, locc
past tense it's the Indo smoke
choke, off the shit that I'm doin
I'm droppin this shit for you and you and you and
cuz its me, the Warren to the G
comin in 1994 you see
the LBC and thats my locale
check it out check it out check it out now

[Chorus]

You know what I'm sayin, Warren motherf*ckin G beeyatch
You know what I'm sayin, it's 94 that's how we doin it
Ain't nuthin but a Long Beach thang doe big baby, hey
G-Funk, where rhythm is life and life is rhythm
Check me out doe, beeyatch

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Runnin Wit No Breaks

Yeah, if you want it I got it ya need it baby
yeah, its Warren G beeyatch

[Jah Skills]
(Jah Skills will just speak)
As I enter the G-Funk Era
(tell me why you tweak)
well I dont know why however
my mind is throbbing
I went bobbing for snapple
mixed with E&J so my insides just crackle pop
snap long time ago ya lost ya flow
now you realize wack MCs I must chastize (what)
the gun totin bumpin indosmokin
bad ass english cuz its broken
couldn't turn my styles even if ya had a token
you was hopin that I would quit but (aww shit)
I'm hangin around like nut sacs with a dick
I'm sick, I know that styles abstract up your ass crack
lovin this shit called rap ass burnin through your back (Jah Skills muthaf*cka)
I'm stoppin fools like blood clots
my lyrics rang out to stop parties like there was gun shots
why oh why oh why well why not
shouldn't I represent this shit called hip hop and it wont stop

[Warren G]
Well are you high yet
Can you recollect ya talk shit you get checked
Mr. Smutly I'm not a punk thief
let me break thee, smoke thee, choke thee and locc thee
muthaf*ckin M-I-C right now how
wow how dow wow how dow piggy pow
its me, the Warren to the G gee G Z
its me uh can I just please thee
rock the muthaf*ckin M-I to the C all day all night
cuz I will just f*ckin fight till I get mines
my ends, let me roll with my friends
nigga you can't f*ck with this cuz uhh I bends
when I bends my style
you can't see this cuz I'm wicked and wild
Mr. Smutly just slow ya muthaf*ckin roll
its me Warren G on the muthaf*ckin gangsta stroll
rockin with the T-W-I-N-Ss
so uhh let me just bless this

[Bo Roc]
Have you ever heard of a nigga called Warren G

[Trip Locc]
there ain't no puzzle
I lets it be known that I'm the trip
locc packin mo stackin mo shit than I did before
the real niggaz from the Eastside, darkside
breakin off fools in my way on this whoo-ride
so best believe that I'm a threat
(f*ck a chin check)
I'm a shoot him while my nigga blaze up the buddha
and when we light it up, its on
a taste of the Chronic, another nigga gone, but gettin his head flown
(so what you really wanna do) I'd a done it
cuz yo mouth like zip loc so I know you wont run it
top notch glock cock so you remember
the flow that I kick is nuthin less than a life ender
so watch yo step before you step into my path
tryin to take whats mine is some shit I just roll past

[Wayniac]
Let me tell you how it goes
prime example of a night stalker
caught up in that bind
usin time with my hood as that street walker
(gang bang) so I'm gonna have to take whats mine
notorious bitches but I dont love no one time
so peep it as I take ya down the backstreet
show you how I do it (how ya do it)
I breaks em off to get my ends meet (pow)
victim of the ghetto so I'm sluggin
the man wont give me mine so the whitey I'll keep muggin
I'm trapped up in a cycle but I'm keepin my humanity
cuz I ain't goin out (us niggaz always keep activity)
niggaz say I'm crazy but to others I'm just nutty
cuz I dont give a damn, ya life ain't shit without no money
thats why niggaz keep doin niggaz but I'm not that nigga to be done
ya f*ckin around and set it off Long Beach is where I'm from

[G Child]
Whoo!! Spacekateers, in case y'all didn't know
That was Warren G, that was Jah Skills, and that was the Twinz,
hahaha
This is the G-Child, spacekateer space cadets
Its on like that and its on like this, so dont miss

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Writer: DEON WILLIAMS, DEWAYNE WILLIAMS, JAMALI R. CARTHORN, WARREN III GRIFFIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Regulate... G Funk Era Info:

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Regulate... G Funk Era is the debut studio album by American rapper Warren G. It was released on June 7, 1994, by Violator and distributed by Rush Associated Labels, a division of Def Jam Recordings. The album's biggest hit was the eponymous single "Regulate", a gritty depiction of West Coast gang life which samples singer Michael McDonald's hit "I Keep Forgettin' (Every Time You're Near)" and featured Nate Dogg. The album also contained the top ten hit "This D.J." The song "Regulate" was also featured on the Above the Rim soundtrack, which was released on March 22, 1994. An altered version of the song "So Many Ways" appeared in the 1995 film Bad Boys.

Warren G received two Grammy nominations: "This D.J." was nominated for a 1995 Grammy Award for Best Rap Solo Performance, while "Regulate" was nominated for a 1995 Grammy for Best Rap Performance by a Duo or Group. The album was nominated for Best Rap Album at the 1995 Soul Train Music Awards.

Performed By: Warren G
Genre(s): West Coast hip hop, gangsta rap, G-funk
Producer(s): Warren G
Length: 36:50
Released: June 7th, 1994
Year: 1994

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